“Why, we continued to look sharp until my boy, Munson, found him the day before the preliminary at the Velpen stock-yards, on the point of being shipped to Sioux City.”
“You went to Velpen to identify this steer?”
“I did.”
“It was your steer?”
“Yes.”
“The same for which you had been searching so long?”
“The very same.”
“It was wearing your brand?”
“It was not.”
“What brand was it wearing?”